Alan laid awake all night listening to the storm pound against the windows. The forces of nature did not want Alan to sleep and miss it's violent display of hale, wind, and lightning. The night passed between Alan's nervous alertness or half-awake dreams until a sunny morning dawned.
At eight thirty Alan got out of bed. He had nothing better to do than answer the phone.
The man calling was asking about some office supplies promised to be shipped in two days that had not arrived after five days. Alan hung up, got dressed, and left his apartment.
Walking towards Manny's to buy bagels, Alan noticed the damage in the park. Most trees were knocked over, except for one that stood solitary and depressing. Branches, newspaper, and other debris where piled around under the tree's limbs.